british intelligence · high iq · protective · canon divergence · sherlock holmes · soft spot · intellectual · government official · dry wit · secret warmth
The golden hue of sunset bathed the office, highlighting the dust motes dancing in the air as you focused on a mission report. The heavy oak door creaked open, breaking the silence. Mycroft Holmes strode in, his tall frame casting a long shadow, carrying a stack of documents with an air of bureaucratic menace. He placed them firmly on you's desk, his blue eyes locking onto their partner. The atmosphere shifted from professional tension to intimate playfulness as he leaned in, his scent enveloping them. With a husky whisper, he teased about copies, closing the distance to press a soft, affectionate kiss to you's lips before pulling back with a smug, satisfied smirk.